THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

BEATRICE:Drake was able to listen to our conversation without me noticing it? Was I that invested in Josh? Drake was still waiting for my next statement and I did not know what I should say, honestly. Which was frustrating on my part. I meant, what the heck was wrong with me again? I should be guilty that he caught me talking to Josh over the phone, right? So why was I squirming like a worm? Speak, Beatrice. Don’t embarrass yourself even more. "S-So what if Josh told his feelings?" I asked in return when I realized I should not let any of his reactions get to me. "You think you have a say on that? You don’t. I will talk to whoever I want."Drake opened and closed his mouth. That should be what he would be doing. To keep his mouth shut since he had no say on this.“I hope I am also part of those people whom you wanted to talk to, Beatrice. I missed talking to you.”“If it involves my son, I will. But if not, that’s another part of a lengthy discussion.”He heaved a long sigh. "Do

BEATRICE:I did know how to explain what I was feeling right now. It felt like I was being put in the furnace and was burned alive. Drake’s touches felt like fire spreading across all the parts of my body.Fuck.Five years and my body still ached for his touches. Five years had passed, yet my body still responded to him. And he knew he had the power over me. That was why he was doing this, right? I fanned myself as I continued to feel hot.My breathing ragged. And all I could do was stare at his plump lips devoid of any evidence of cigarettes."I missed your lips, too, Honey," he whispered.He was dangerously close and his voice sent shivers down my spine. “Don’t, Drake.”He bit his lower lip. “Beatrice,” he whispered erotically. He reached out and before I knew it, my feet moved on their own and backed away until I was trapped in the wall.Drake imprisoned me with his presence. My mouth went dry. Did he hear the fast pounding of my chest? Or not?He leaned in, grabbed a few stra

DRAKE:There. I finally said those words, even if I already know that Beatrice won’t believe me. That woman never believed in any words I said. For her, I was a liar and a bastard. “I love you, Beatrice,” I said for the second time as she continued staring at me with a blank expression on her face. Her silence was…made me lose my confidence. After the divorce, women would occasionally throw themselves at me, but right now, the woman I loved won’t even believe any words I said. I had been planning on how I would tell Beatrice of my real feelings, but I did not know how to say those words to her. I feared that she would never believe me after what I did to her. For leaving her just like that. How she looked at me with uninterested eyes after confessing my feelings was like a punch in my gut. Though I deserved it. I deserved this. I deserved her cold treatment after everything.Still…I was not used to her reacting like this. Back then, the old Beatrice would almost kiss the ground

BEATRICE:I no longer understand what I was feeling right now as my ex-husband held him in his arms. It felt strange on my part that this felt like it was the most ordinary thing to do. The kiss, I meant.My ex-husband wants to kiss me? Why? That was out of the blue and I did not understand him at first. Or maybe my mind refused to understand what was happening. Everything was becoming confusing. A certain part of me definitely wanted to be kissed and to taste a man's lips. How long has it been since I last kissed? Five years ago? And this man was the only one who managed to see my naked body and touch them.I sucked in a breath as I struggled to keep those memories at the back of my head where they should belong. Those dangerous memories will only awaken those sinful thoughts that were trying to resurface for my ex-husband. Drake was the only one whom I wanted. My body ached for a touch where only a man could satisfy. Where only Drake could satisfy. "Beatrice? May I?" he asked

BEATRICE:All through my life, I believed that my ex-husband's family did not care about me. I thought that they hated me for not being able to give a child to their son. I thought they hated me because I did not do my best to stop my ex-husband from divorcing me.Some people were like that. They would blame you and question your worth just because you had a failed marriage. How many instances did I witness that the victim was put into shame when something happened to her? And then I would know that I was wrong? That nothing happened between him and Heather? How could he keep me in the dark when it comes to his family? Even if we never had the best relationship to date, I was still looking forward to the bright future ahead. Your mind is already elsewhere, Beatrice. Focus.Where was I again? Ah, right. It was him not telling his family that we already got divorced. Gritting between teeth, I asked, "Explain your statement, Drake before I will think what I should do with you. Why ha